Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Something must be wrong with me.

Oh, yes, that’s right. This is about as close as I’ve ever come to a real sexual experience.

Twenty-five years of pent-up desire, with only my hands and toys to keep me company, apparently unleashes with me getting off watching other people.

I had no clue I was a closet voyeur.

But no. That’s not right.

It’s just this guy…there’s something about him that draws me in. I can’t drag my gaze from his. It’s like I’m mesmerized, trapped, by those eyes.

Eyes that are currently dancing with mirth as he withdraws his fingers from his mouth and gives me another sly little wink.

Fuck.

I’m trembling again.

Yeah, right now, I feel like I might do anything this guy asks.

I can’t explain it. That’s not me at all. I don’t just throw myself at random men. Obviously. Hence, the V-card.

“You want some of this, baby?” the man says, and the deep rumble of his voice practically reverberates through my body. I can feel it all the way in my clit.

Mom’s bridesmaid writhes on top of the ruined wedding cake, moaning, “More…more…”

But the question wasn’t for her.

It was for me.

Now would be the time to turn and leave. Well, let’s be real, the time to turn and haul ass right back out the door would have been the second I stumbled in here.

But the shock and pure eroticism of what I found was so much that, well, I didn’t.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs—to the bridesmaid—I mean, his eyes are still on me. “You want me deep inside your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yeeeessssss!” she wails, and her voice stops me just in time from nodding my head at his words.

Fuck. I can’t think straight.

I do want him deep inside my pussy. I can’t even explain it.

I don’t know who this dude is. A total prick, by the looks of it.

But I can’t help it.

There’s something that has me sucked right in to whatever game he’s playing right now. Some magnetic type of pull that defies explanation.

I mean, come on, that shit’s not real, right?

You hear about people or read about people in trashy romance novels who have this connection. Like they see someone and just can’t resist that pull.

I always thought it was bullshit.

“Beg for it,” he commands. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

It’s like he’s reading my mind.

“Soooo bad, baby. Fuck me. Please.”